نَحنُ قَومٌ ما ذُكِرنا لِاِمريءٍ

قَطُّ إِلّا وَاِشتَهى أَن لا يَرانا

We are a people none mentioned us to a soul

Except he wished that he would never see us

شِعرُنا مِثلُ الحرا ذُقتَ الحرا

صَفعَ اللَهُ بِهِ أَصلَ لِحانا

Our poetry is like bitterness - taste the bitterness

God slapped our gums with it and made our origins smooth